User blog comment:Brigadier Barty/Redwall Wars: A Deadly Turn/@comment-2246928-20150429212034/@comment-2246928-20150709225048

The weasel, drunk off fury and the exhileration of her own violence and power, turned at the male vole's gasp and grinned viciously, stepping closer to the slaves as she watched the vole with an increasing sadistic glimmer in her bright eyes.

"Ya don't like vot I do, slavevole?" She sneered. "Vot are you goink to do to stop it, den? Vinnu... it be your turn vid de talkink vun!"